Markiplier Oneshots

Voodoo Doll: 3/End

The atmosphere in the room was tense as Mark's friends surrounded the laptop, their eyes scanning the screen for information about the voodoo doll. Each page they clicked on only deepened their anxiety, as they stumbled upon stories of curses, pain, and strange occurrences linked to such artifacts.

Bob nervously fidgeted with the doll, gripping it tighter as his stress mounted. "We need to find someone who knows how to deal with this. Maybe a witch or a spiritual healer?" he suggested, his voice strained.

"Yeah, or someone who specializes in the paranormal!" Jack added, glancing nervously at Mark, who sat on the floor, still recovering from the strange incident earlier.

"Guys, can you just... relax a bit?" Mark interjected, his voice slightly shaky. "You're squeezing the doll too hard." He winced as the pressure from the doll pinched at his chest, making it harder for him to breathe.

"What?" Tyler asked, looking up, confused. "We're not even holding it that tightly!"

"Just... let it go a little," Mark gasped, trying to manage the discomfort. "I'm fine... but you're making it hard to breathe."

Realizing their grip was too tight, the friends loosened their hold on the doll, but in their flustered state, they accidentally dropped it. The doll hit the ground with a loud thud, landing awkwardly. The moment it touched the floor, a sharp pain shot through Mark's back and shoulder, and he fell back against the wall, groaning in agony.

"Mark!" they all shouted in unison, rushing to his side as he curled up, clutching his back.

"It... it feels like my back is broken," he gasped, his breath hitching as he tried to recover from the sudden pain. "What the hell?!"

Panic set in among the group. They exchanged frantic glances, each blaming themselves for the chaos. "I'm so sorry, Mark! We didn't mean to drop it!" Ethan cried, kneeling beside him.

"I didn't think it would affect you like that," Bob added, his voice trembling. "We have to get you help!"

"Let's just take a minute and breathe," Mark said between labored breaths, trying to calm them. "I'll be okay. Just... we need to find someone who knows how to handle this. I can't take any more of this pain."

Tyler nodded, his heart racing. "We'll find someone. We just need to think clearly."

They hurried back to the laptop, frantically searching for any local spiritualists or paranormal experts who might be able to assist them. Each click brought a mix of hope and anxiety, the weight of Mark's pain heavy in the air.

"Here!" Wade shouted, pointing at the screen. "There's a local woman who claims to be a healer! She specializes in voodoo and curses. Maybe she can help!"

"Let's go! We can't waste any time!" Jack said, already pulling his shoes on.

Mark nodded weakly. "Yeah, let's just... be careful with the doll this time. I really don't want to feel like this again."

"Agreed," Bob said, gingerly picking up the doll, treating it as if it were a live bomb. "We'll keep it away from you until we figure this out."

With Mark leaning against Tyler for support, they made their way out of the house. Each step was a reminder of the pain he was still feeling, but he fought through it, determined to find a solution. The sun had begun to set, casting an eerie glow across the streets, and the friends moved quickly, fear propelling them forward.

As they arrived at the healer's quaint shop, a sense of foreboding washed over them. The building was adorned with charms and talismans, creating an atmosphere both mystical and unsettling.

"Are we sure about this?" Ethan whispered, hesitating at the entrance.

"We have to be," Mark replied, forcing a smile to mask his discomfort. "I can't deal with this anymore."

With a collective breath, they pushed open the door, the tinkling of wind chimes announcing their arrival. The room was dimly lit, filled with the scent of incense. A woman in her fifties stood behind a wooden counter, her eyes glinting with an otherworldly wisdom.

"Welcome," she said softly, studying them with a knowing gaze. "I sense a disturbance. What brings you here?"

Mark stepped forward, still leaning against Tyler. "We... we have a problem with this doll," he said, pointing to Bob, who held it out cautiously. "It's been causing me pain, and we don't know what to do."

The woman's expression turned serious as she approached. "Ah, the doll. A conduit of energy and intent. It can amplify feelings, desires, and even pain. You've gripped it too tightly, and it's reflected back on you."

Mark felt a shiver run down his spine at her words. "Can you help me? I just want this to stop."

The healer nodded, her expression softening. "I can help, but it requires focus and calm. You must be ready to release what binds you to this doll."

"Release?" Mark asked, confused.

"Yes," she explained, taking the doll from Bob's hands. "But you must trust the process. It's important that you all remain calm. Any panic will amplify the energy."

As she spoke, Mark could feel the weight of the doll's energy pressing on him. The pain still lingered, but the prospect of relief filled him with hope. He exchanged worried glances with his friends, their expressions mirroring his own determination.

"Okay," he said, finding strength in their presence. "Let's do this."

The healer nodded and began to chant softly, guiding them through a series of breathing exercises. With each deep breath, Mark focused on letting go of the pain and fear, the presence of his friends grounding him.

As the ritual unfolded, the tension in the room began to dissipate. Mark could feel the energy shifting, the pain in his back easing slightly. The healer worked her magic, and for the first time since the incident, he felt a glimmer of hope.

But as the chant continued, he couldn't shake the lingering sense of unease. The voodoo doll, with all its hidden power, still sat in the balance of their fate. Would this be enough to free him from its grasp, or was there more to the story yet to unfold?